David: Dating Nightmares

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Anthony Nelson has been writing ever since he was in 3rd grade. He has a particular thirst for mysteries, but also enjoys writing (and reading) stories in the fantasy and science fiction genres. He currently lives on the West Coast of the United States.
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I quick stepped out of my car and towards the house. It was a large house. Three stories high. Much bigger than my house at least. But what would you expect from one of Sacramento's richest lawyers?

I entered the house and glanced around. Forensics was probing every spot in the house for evidence. They wouldn't find anything, I was sure. This was going to be like every other kidnapping. It'd be short and would end badly.

Well, unless I could help it.

This was a good opportunity for the CBI to get some popularity. Mr. Lawrence would be very grateful if we could fix this problem of his.

I heard footsteps behind me. I turned.

Charlie. Charlier Broker. My current girlfriend. The love of my life sounds cliche, but I'm having difficulty finding any other phrase that suits her. So that's what I'll dub her.

Prior to the urgent call I received about an hour back, I had been at Charlie's house. Not what you're thinking. Charlie and I have talked it over, and after a long argument about morals and crap like that, we decided that we'd take this relationship slow.

So to dumb it down for you morons, that means: no sex. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy. But we decided we didn't want our relationship to be the kind of relationship where sex is the wheel.

Also, it's dangerous. CBI rules are, no relationships inside of the unit. Of course, I'm all about breaking the rules. If you follow the rules your enemy will have an advantage over you. When you're a cop and you follow the rules, you're too predictable.

Anyway, not the time to be talking about my love life. After all, I have a case to crack.

I started walking towards Mr. King, who was standing at the bottom of the staircase, smoking a cigar and looking pretty calm.

"No ransom yet?" I asked.

He glanced up at me. "No, not yet."

I sighed heavily. I looked around the room again. "Where's Mr. Lawrence?"

Mr. King motioned to the left.

Sure enough, there he was. He was talking to two police officers. I needed to have a chat with him, but I honestly didn't want to at the moment.

So I approached Charlie, who was talking to some forensic guys. "Hey," I called quietly. She turned and looked at me. I admired her for the shortest second, but then got back to business. "Can you go to talk to Mr. Lawrence for me?"

"Sure," she said. "Whatever you say boss," she said with a wink. She patted me lightly on the cheek then continued to walk. I watched her walk away. Watched her hips swing---what am I doing? Get back to work, Mendrick!

Randall suddenly entered. "You're late!" I yelled.

He smiled, and it wasn't often that I saw him do that. "I know," he said quietly.

I laughed. "Let me guess, you just wanted to try out the dating thing."

"Yeah. I'll wait a little while longer," he said with a smirk.

I nodded slowly, my mind drifting. This time, not to Charlie, but to the Knight. Charlie had shot him, killed him. His funeral was strange, considering no one identified the body. We never really found out who he was. I was at the funeral, but that was mandatory in a way. For some reason, I had been having nightmares of him showing up at my doorstep some night...still alive...slaying me violently. Making me suffer. I needed to find a way to end these nightmares before they consumed me.

"Get to work," I barked.

Randall opened his mouth, probably to say something witty, then closed it just as suddenly. Without another word, he walked away.

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Name: David MendrickGender: MaleAge: 29Appearance: Pretty tall, short brown hair, a lot of muscle under that skin of his. Green eyes that seem to sparkle when he sees something he likes.Traits: observant, blunt, loves being in...

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